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Overview

Return to the world of Meg Cabot's bestselling and beloved Princess Diaries series in From the Notebooks of a Middle School Princessthis time through the illustrated diary of a spunky new heroine: Princess Mia's long lost half-sister, Olivia!

“Author Meg Cabot is ready to put her tiara back on [with] a new character, Olivia Grace.” USA Today

Olivia Grace Clarisse Mignonette Harrison is a completely average twelve-year-old: average height, average weight, average brown hair of average length, average brown skin and average hazel eyes. The only things about her that aren't average are her name (too long and princess themed), her ability to draw animals (useful for her future career as a wildlife illustrator), and the fact that she is a half-orphan who has never met her father and is forced to live with her aunt and uncle (who treat her almost like their own kids, so she doesn't want to complain).

Then one completely average day, everything goes wrong: the most popular girl in school, Annabelle Jenkins, threatens to beat her up, the principal gives her a demerit, and she's knocked down at the bus stop . . .

Until a limo containing Princess Mia Thermopolis of Genovia pulls up to invite her to New York to finally meet her father, who promptly invites her to come live with him, Mia, Grandmère and her two fabulous poodles . . . .

This is fun, illustrated middle gradeand this is the first series illustrated by Meg Cabot herself! The paperback features an interview with Meg Cabot and an excerpt of the next book.

Don't miss any of the funcheck out all of the From The Notebooks of a Middle School Princess series:

From the Notebooks of a Middle School Princess (Book 1)

Royal Wedding Disaster (Book 2)

Royal Crush (Book 3)

Royal Crown (Book 4)

Praise for From the Notebooks of a Middle School Princess:

“The nation of Genovia gains a new resident in this amusing spin-off. . . . Cabot's own black and white cartoons further enliven Olivia's entertaining and candid notebook entries, which will have readers looking forward to her future escapades.” Publishers Weekly

“Olivia, who's biracial, is a lively, engaging character whose peppy, often-wry diary-style narrative details her experiences and progressive discoveries about her background, royal life, and the true meaning of family. . . . This entertaining, quickly absorbing read will have readers anticipating the sequel.” Booklist

“Author Meg Cabot is ready to put her tiara back on [with] a new character, Olivia Grace. She's a middle-school girl in New Jersey who discovers she is Princess Mia's long-lost half-sister. And much like her older sister, she will be thrust into the royal spotlight and will chronicle the adventure in a journal, complete with drawings.” USA Today

“Olivia has an amusing and self-deprecating wit that makes the narration breezy and accessible, and Cabot's black and white illustrations liven up the tale. Youngsters who aspire to be the next Kate Middleton will find this enchanting and perhaps instructional.” BCCB

About the Author

Meg Cabot is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Princess Diaries series, with over 25 million copies of her books sold worldwide. Born and raised in Bloomington, Indiana, Meg also lived in Grenoble, France, and Carmel, California, before moving to New York City after graduating with a bachelor's degree in fine arts from Indiana University. She is the author of numerous books for adults and children, but From the Notebooks of a Middle School Princess is the first book she's illustrated. Meg Cabot currently lives in Key West with her husband and cat.

Feiwel and Friends

Of course, my expectations were somewhat high. I'd heard such great things. Everyone always goes, "In middle school you get to do this" and "In middle school you get to do that."

No one ever told me, "In middle school Annabelle Jenkins is going to threaten to beat you up by the flagpole for absolutely no reason."

But that's exactly what happened just now when Annabelle Jenkins shoved me in the hallway after second period.

My first thought was that it all had to be a mistake. What have I ever done to Annabelle Jenkins?

That's why I said, "That's okay!" to Annabelle as I squatted down and gathered up the pages that had spilled from my organizer. I checked and saw that my pink schedule was still taped to the inside cover. Phew!

I know it's weird that it's May and I still worry about losing my class schedule, but I can't help it. You get a demerit if you lose your class schedule. I've gone the whole year without getting a demerit.

Plus I like knowing my schedule is there inside my organizer just in case I suddenly get amnesia or something.

"Don't worry," I assured Annabelle as I stood up. "I still have my schedule."

That's when Annabelle did something really weird. And I mean, really weird, especially for the most popular, prettiest girl in the sixth grade at Cranbrook Middle School.

She shoved me again!

She did it hard, too. Hard enough so that I lost my balance and fell flat on my butt in front of everyone.

It didn't hurt (except for my pride).

But it was still totally shocking, considering that, up until that moment, I'd always thought that Annabelle and I were friends. Not good friends—we don't sit together at lunch or anything. Annabelle is very selective about who she invites to sit at her table.

But we certainly aren't enemies. We've been to each other's houses, since my step-uncle works with Annabelle's dad. Whenever I go to Annabelle's, she shows me all the awards she's won for gymnastics, and when she comes to my house, I show her my wildlife drawings. She's never been very impressed by them, but I always thought things were cool between us.

The reason I asked this is because there was no reason that I could think of for Annabelle Jenkins to:

1. Knock my organizer from my arms.

2. Shove me.

3. Ask me if I think I'm so great.

4. Call me a princess.

I thought maybe she'd just found out her dog had gotten run over or something, and she was taking it out on me. If she even had a dog, which I wasn't sure. I hadn't seen one the last time I'd been at her house. I like dogs, so I probably would have noticed.

But I guess I was wrong about us getting along, since the next thing that happened was that all of Annabelle's equally pretty, popular friends—who'd gathered around and were watching Annabelle humiliate me—laughed even harder as Annabelle imitated what I'd asked her, using a high-pitched, whiny voice that I personally don't think sounds anything like me.

"Whoa, Annabelle, are you okay?" Annabelle pointed at me, but glanced at all her friends. "Olivia is such a loser, she thinks I actually like her. She thinks we're friends."

The look on Annabelle's face made it very clear that we were not now, nor had we ever been, friends. We'd probably never even gotten along.

Then Annabelle leaned her face very close to mine and said, "Listen here, Princess Olivia Grace Clarisse Mignonette Harrison—if that's even your real name, which I doubt. I'm sick of you thinking you're so much better than me. Meet me at the flagpole as soon as school lets out today. I'm going to give you the beat-down you deserve. And if you tell a teacher, I'll make sure to say you started it, and you'll be the one to get a demerit."

Then she gave me one more shove—not as hard as the last one—and disappeared, with her friends laughing behind her, into the throng of scarily tall seventh and eighth graders, who take up so much more space in the hallways than us lowly sixth graders.

Fortunately by that time my friend Nishi had come up alongside me.

"What was that about?" Nishi asked.

"Annabelle says she's going to give me the beat-down I deserve after school," I said. I guess I was still in shock, or something. It felt like I was watching myself in a movie. "She called me a princess."

"Why would she call you a princess?" Nishi wanted to know. "And why would she want to give you a beat-down? I thought you two got along."

"So did I," I said. "I guess I was wrong."

"That's weird. Does she think you're a snob, or something?"

"Why would she think I'm a snob?" I looked down at my clothes, which are the same as Nishi's, since we have to wear uniforms to our school, which include a skirt. I'm not wild about the skirts, which have pleats in them. Pleats are generally not flattering, according to my step-cousin Sara's fashion magazines. "Do I look like a snob?"

"I don't think so," Nishi said as people streamed around us, trying to get to their next class before the bell rang. "Not any snobbier than usual."

I gave Nishi a sarcastic look. "Gee. Thanks."

"Well, sometimes people who like sports think people who like to draw wildlife illustrations are—"

"But I've never been snobby about my drawings! It's just a hobby. It's not like I've won any medals for them."

"Hmm. Weird. Maybe you should tell a teacher."

"Annabelle said if I did, she'd say I started it and make sure I got a demerit. I've gone the whole year without getting a demerit."

"Why would they believe Annabelle and not you?" Nishi asked.

"Probably because Annabelle's dad's a lawyer," I reminded her glumly. "Remember?

She's always saying her dad will sue the school district if things don't go her way."

"Oh, right," Nishi said, shaking her head. "I forgot. Well, I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding. We'll figure it out at lunch. See you then."

"See you," I said, not feeling quite as hopeful.

Then we both dived into the hallway throng, since we didn't want to be late. At Cranbrook Middle School, if you're late to class, you lose a merit point. If you lose enough merit points, they won't let you pass on to seventh grade.

Now I'm sitting here still trying to figure out what I could have done to make Annabelle hate me so much, much less want to give me a beat-down.

But I'm coming up with nothing.

Nothing except the fear that after school, I'm going to die.

CHAPTER 2

Wednesday, May 6 10:50 A.M. French Class

The thing is, I'm so completely boring and average. It doesn't seem like there's any reason for Annabelle to hate me.

Hair: Average color (brown) and length (to the shoulders, though usually I wear it in braids because it's easier to manage since it has a tendency to frizz, especially on humid days, which, here in New Jersey, happen a lot)

Skin: Average (well, brown, the result of an African American mom and a Caucasian dad)

Eyes: Average—not sapphire blue, like my step-cousin Sara's, or deep brown, like Nishi's. My eyes are hazel. Just plain, average, in-between hazel. They don't even change color in the light, like girls' eyes do in books, flashing emerald green when I'm angry or anything. They stay hazel all the time.

So. Boring.

There are only two things about me that aren't average, but I don't think they're the reasons why Annabelle wants to beat me up.

The first is my name: Olivia Grace Clarisse Mignonette Harrison (which for some reason Annabelle thinks is fake, but I swear it's not).

I don't know why my mom chose to give me so many middle names, especially such bizarre ones. Mignonette is a sauce you can order in restaurants to put on oysters.

I don't even like oysters.

And there is a famous princess who my step-cousin Sara likes to follow on the gossip blogs named Princess Amelia "Mia" Mignonette Grimaldi Thermopolis Renaldo, whose grandmother is named Clarisse, so it's like I have two royal middle names (Clarisse and Mignonette), which I will admit is also bit weird. Sometimes I wonder if my mom was obsessed with princesses or something.

But I can't ask her because she died when I was a baby. I never got a chance to know her, which is too bad, since she sounds like someone I would have liked. She was a charter jet pilot. That's a person who flies private planes for other people.

She didn't die flying, though. She died on vacation in Mexico after crashing her Jet Ski.

I have never been on a jet or a personal watercraft. My aunt says they're more dangerous than flying a private plane.

That is the second non-average thing about me. Since my mom is dead, I have to live with my aunt and her husband and his two kids, my step-cousins Justin and Sara. I've never even met my birth dad, although he sends me letters and stuff. I write back, to a post office box in New York City, because Dad has to travel all the time for his job (for which he gets paid very well. I know, because Aunt Catherine is always super excited when his support check for me comes every month, even though she and Rick, her husband, have a very successful home design and construction business).

This is why I've never met him (my dad, I mean). An assistant forwards him my letters from the post office box. He lives wherever his suitcase happens to be, which is usually somewhere like Costa Rica or Abu Dhabi (at least according to his postcards).

This is "an unstable atmosphere in which to bring up a child," according to my aunt Catherine.

My aunt Catherine and my step-uncle, Rick, provide a stable enough atmosphere in which to bring up a child, I guess, but sometimes I wish I could live with my dad. I know we'd have the best times on his archaeological digs, even though there aren't any schools or clean drinking water there, only mosquitoes and, according to one movie I saw, Nazis.

Okay, Dad's never specifically said he's an archaeologist, and Aunt Catherine doesn't like it when I ask questions about him, but I'm pretty sure that's how he and my mom met. She had to have been the pilot on one of his expeditions.

That's probably why my dad can only communicate with me by letter. Seeing me in person would be too painful a reminder of all that he lost (not that I'm beautiful like my mom was, because I'm so average looking, but my aunt Catherine says I have my mother's bone structure and could grow up to be attractive some day).

It's all good, though. Dad explained that when I get lonely or frustrated, I should pour out my feelings in my diary (which he sent me—although I never seem to have it with me when I need it, so I just write in whatever is handy, such as my French notebook, like now).

Dad says he knows someone who kept a diary for a long time, and it always helped her. I assume he's referring to my mother, and he just can't bear to say her name (which is Elizabeth) because her beauty haunts him.

Still, even though I never mention this in my letters to my dad, the thing I get most frustrated about is that I am basically half an orphan.

Not that anyone ever treats me this way, of course. No one ever forces me to sleep in a cupboard under the stairs like Harry Potter (we don't even have a cupboard under the stairs) or sweep up cinders like Cinderella (our fireplaces are all gas and Uncle Rick wired them so you can switch them on with a remote control, not that I'm allowed to).

I have my own room and everything. Aunt Catherine and her husband treat me [Begin strikethrough]almost[End strikethrough] just like I'm one of Uncle Rick's kids, so I don't have any right to complain.

Except that I do get sad sometimes that I'm not allowed to have a dog or cat (because Uncle Rick is allergic and Aunt Catherine doesn't want pet hair getting on her designer furniture or carpets).

It also kind of bums me out that Aunt Catherine and Uncle Rick's company, O'Toole Designs, has been hired to build a fancy new mall in a country called Qalif, so we're moving there this summer. Even though I want to be adventurous, like my dad, I really don't want to move, because I'll miss Nishi.

Also, it's bad enough that I have to wear a skirt every day as part of my school uniform. Aunt Catherine says that in Qalif, girls have to wear skirts all the time, and women have to cover their heads. It's the local custom.

I think I would prefer fighting Nazis.

It also seems a little bit unfair to me that Aunt Catherine and Uncle Rick say I can't have my own computer like Sara and Justin (because there is not enough Wi-Fi in the house to stretch to my room), or a cell phone (Aunt Catherine says I can have one when I'm in high school though, if I get good enough grades).

I guess I sort of do feel like I'm missing out a little, not texting or going online with my friends. Sara gets to, and she's only four months older than I am!

I definitely don't mind not having a TV in my room, though, like Justin and Sara. I want to be a wildlife illustrator when I grow up, so I don't have time to veg out in front of the TV, playing video games like Justin or watching reality shows like Sara. I have to practice my drawing. Wildlife illustrators are the ones who draw all the animals you see in books or on the Web or next to the exhibits when you go to the zoo.

People don't realize this, but baby kangaroos (called joeys) are born only two centimeters long, completely blind and hairless. They have to crawl into their mother's pouch, where they will stay six to eight months until they are ready to come out and hop around.

Someone has to draw this because their kangaroo mom isn't going to let anyone inside the pouch to photograph it!

That's what wildlife illustrators do.

Obviously I'm not a professional artist yet, but I took a free art test I found in the back of a magazine when I was in the dentist's office—the kind where they ask you to "Draw Tippy the Turtle" as best you can—and sent it in. I have to admit, I never expected to hear back.

So I was more shocked than anyone when the art school called our house one day out of the blue and said they'd received my drawing of Tippy the Turtle and thought I had "real talent." They wanted to offer me a scholarship!

Of course they hung up as soon as Aunt Catherine told them I was twelve.

But still! From that day on, I knew I was going to be an artist. I mean, if I can get a scholarship at age twelve, I can definitely get one when I'm older.

Ms. Dakota, my art teacher at school, agrees. She says I just have to keep practicing, especially perspective (which is the art of drawing objects so that they appear multidimensional). Ms. Dakota showed me how to create a vanishing point in the center of the page, then make sure all the lines in my drawing met there. It's super hard.

So hard that I have to admit I spend a lot of time drawing kangaroos and cheetahs and our neighbor Mrs. Tucker's cats instead of practicing my perspective.

It's amazing how your whole life can change in one day. Like the day I won the art scholarship (even if I couldn't accept it). That was a really good day, a day I went from being average to not-so-average, in a good way, because someone thought I was good at art.

Not like today, which is a horrible day.

I guess I should have known this day was going to be horrible the minute Mr. Courtney handed out those "Who Am I?" genetic family history worksheets in Bio.

What am I supposed to put under Father's Eye Color—or Father's Mother's Eye Color? Obviously I can write to Dad to find out, but by the time I get the answers, the worksheet will be overdue, and it's worth 25 percent of our grade! (Although Mr. Courtney says it's okay to leave some things blank. The twins, Netta and Quetta, don't know the biological information for their dad, either.)

No one replied to this—mainly, I think, because we were all remembering how Sara used to eat lunch with Annabelle, until the day Sara made the mistake of wearing nail polish that didn't match her shoes, and Annabelle, mortally offended, banished her forever from the popular table.

Now Sara eats with us, the fun-but-not-always-fashionably-correct crowd.

Nishi said, "Well, I still think you should tell a teacher, Olivia. It's not as if you've ever gotten in trouble before. A teacher is more likely to believe you over her anyway."

"But what about Annabelle's dad?" Beth Chandler asked.

"What about him?" Nishi asked.

"I've seen his ads on TV," one of the twins—either Netta or Quetta, I can't tell them apart, although I pretend I can—said. "He's pretty famous."

Editorial Reviews

The nation of Genovia gains a new resident in this amusing spin-off...Cabot's own black and white cartoons further enliven Olivia's entertaining and candid notebook entries, which will have readers looking forward to her future escapades.” Publishers Weekly

“Olivia, who's biracial, is a lively, engaging character whose peppy, often-wry diary-style narrative details her experiences and progressive discoveries about her background, royal life, and the true meaning of family....this entertaining, quickly absorbing read will have readers anticipating the sequel.” Booklist

“Author Meg Cabot is ready to put her tiara back on [with] a new character, Olivia Grace. She's a middle-school girl in New Jersey who discovers she is Princess Mia's long-lost half-sister. And much like her older sister, she will be thrust into the royal spotlight and will chronicle the adventure in a journal, complete with drawings.” USA Today

“Olivia has an amusing and self-deprecating wit that makes the narration breezy and accessible, and Cabot's black and white illustrations liven up the tale. Youngsters who aspire to be the next Kate Middleton will find this enchanting and perhaps instructional.” BCCB

From the Publisher

Author Meg Cabot is ready to put her tiara back on [with] a new character, Olivia Grace. She's a middle-school girl in New Jersey who discovers she is Princess Mia's long-lost half-sister. And much like her older sister, she will be thrust into the royal spotlight and will chronicle the adventure in a journal, complete with drawings.

USA Today

03/09/2015The nation of Genovia gains a new resident in this amusing spin-off of Cabot’s Princess Diaries series: self-effacing, biracial Olivia, a 12-year-old aspiring wildlife artist who discovers that she is the half-sister of Princess Mia Thermopolis. Because Olivia’s long-dead mother insisted that Olivia live in New Jersey with her aunt and uncle (who are only slightly more benign than Harry Potter’s kin), Olivia doesn’t know that the father she has never met is the prince of Genovia. Princess Mia dramatically appears at Olivia’s private school just as an angry classmate, Annabelle, is preparing to pummel her; she whisks Olivia off to Manhattan to meet her father and Grandmère, who wastes no time in informing Olivia how a princess ought to comport herself. Though there’s a bump in the road to Olivia’s new royal digs, she at last lands in Genovia, where plans for Mia’s wedding are in full swing. Text-message exchanges and Cabot’s own b&w cartoons further enliven Olivia’s entertaining and candid notebook entries, which will have readers looking forward to her future escapades. Ages 8–12. Agent: Laura Langlie. (May)

Publishers Weekly

06/01/2015Gr 3–5—Return to the world of Cabot's widely popular series in this sweet and sassy spin-off featuring the younger half sister of Princess Mia Thermopolis, Olivia Grace Clarisse Mignonette Harrison. Olivia, a biracial sixth grader with dreams of growing up to be a wildlife illustrator, believes herself to be completely ordinary and average. In fact, that's how she's being raised by her Aunt and Uncle O'Toole. Consumed with texting her BFF Nishi and avoiding an afternoon scrape with Annabeth, the most popular girl in middle school, Olivia's world is about to become a reality show when her sister Mia arrives in a chauffeured limousine, ready to whisk her back to her rightful home in Genovia. Readers familiar with Cabot's previous books know that these princesses are made of tough stuff and use their brains (as well as their bodyguards and limousines) to save themselves and make the world a better place. Olivia's voice comes through strongly in the text, though her overuse of exclamatory phrases can be a bit off-putting. VERDICT This bubble-gum flavored contemporary tale will be a perfect fit for Fancy Nancy alumni and readers not quite ready for Cabot's longer novels.—Meg Allison, The Moretown School, VT

School Library Journal

2015-03-17Olivia's middle school worries get a lot easier when she gets the surprise of a lifetime. The most exotic things about Olivia Grace Clarisse Mignonette Harrison are her long name, her talent for drawing, and the facts that her mother died when she was a baby and she's never actually met her father, who sends letters and gifts from all over the world. Other than that, she's pretty average. At least, that's what she thinks until a sister she's never met arrives in the schoolyard just in time to save Olivia from getting beaten up by Anabelle Jenkins, who used to be nice but whose desire for popularity is sprouting into bullying behavior. What's even more shocking is her lineage: pure princess! The best part of all? Meeting her dad for the first time. Cabot turns her Princess Diaries brand to a younger crowd, who will be thrilled to fall into the age-old fantasy of kids everywhere: what if my real mom or dad lived in a palace? Cabot manages to combine wit and lavish details to positive effect, as evidenced by a royal grandmother who manages to be both familiar and surprising. While readers who already know the Princess Diaries might find this fairy tale a bit too retold, young newcomers to the Cabot magic will be charmed. A sweet fantasy, both funny and highly satisfying. (Fiction. 8-12)

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Anonymous

More than 1 year ago

Olivia offers up a great new storyline line for a younger generation in to the Princess Daries books. I'm 25 and have read all the Princess Daries books and found this one enjoyable as well.

Anonymous

More than 1 year ago

It was good. Read it you will like it. &hearts

Anonymous

More than 1 year ago

Okay, this is a good book just one thing that is offencive, the main character said she'd rather fight nazis than wear pleated skirts! That's highly offensive to people who died in the Holocaust (sorry for my misspelling). I'm not evem jewish and I was outraged by this! I think this is a great book overall, but that was just over the top offensive.

Anonymous

More than 1 year ago

The author was very successful in creating the characters in this novel. Such as Princess Olivia, he does a great job describing what she looks like and more of her characteristics. The most significant scene of this novel would probably have to be the thoughts going through Olivia’s head when suddenly Princess Mia was yelling her name and Annabelle stopped tugging on her braids. If i were the author I would of changed Olivia’s personality from being easily beat up to actually being tough. Well I would say the author was able to hold a reader’s interest in the book. I mean I loved this book.
One positive thing about this book, is its content and text. It is easy to read and picture images in your mind even if they are not on the paper. One negative thing about this book, is the author makes Olivia a person who does not defend herself. This makes me furious. I think that the author should of made Olivia’s character someone who is tough and does not let people bully herself. THis novel is very similar to the novels, “ The Princess Diaries.” Mostly because it evaluates the life of a princess. Also because it is by the same author. I think this novel is worth reading, because it gives others thoughts of how their lives would be like if they were a princess.

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More than 1 year ago

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More than 1 year ago

Noel is what my friends call me ,i am butiful princess and i love purple. Luke is my boyfriend he is 7 feet tall and is 230 pounds. He has even been exepted into a olympic wrestling tournamint. He is mostly known for his size ,red hair, and beating up all the teachers. When i go to school I always stop by hid smelly locker and give him anhis friends the princess wave. I have 7 classes just like everyone else. My sister is ADHD so she only has 4 classes. Tody was not a good day for me though. This new girl Sara moved in from califorinia she was so pretty, her long blond hair hung over her cute red shirt and her jeans were also perfect. Every body wanted to be her friend and so everybody paoid no attention to me what so ever. Luke even started daating her an i was all along. So i sat with my sister Cassy. Cassy actually never really got to see me since I was adopted into a divorced family. Cassy was not mentel or anything like that but she was always mooving. She even was the best soccer player and runner. Her hair was red and long mine is dark and wavy. I learned alot about her today we are sort of best friend now too

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